My days and weekends in Oz are really beginning to fill up. This week I worked hard and this weekend I partied even harder, and it all started on Thursday. The night Yaella and Lyndsay and I hung out with the Australian carnie folk we met this lovely girl named Camilla, who is here for a few months from Britain. She took a year off between high school and college and has been traveling around. Had she been at her home university she might have run into my friend Chlsea, a William and Mary student who is currently studying abroad with the Theatre program at Exeter, where Camilla will attend in the fall. The two constants in my life, jews and theatre people, even halfway round the world I still manage to find them.
Yaella had been bugging Lyndsay and I to go with her to check out this fancy chocolatier place on glebe point rd, and we thought it would be fun to have Camilia go with us. So after a long stint in the library on Thursday afternoon I met up with Lyndsay and Yaella and the three of us set out to find Camilla and some chocolate.
San Churro’s is a chocolateria whose slogan is “Chocolate and Churros shall be your Salvation.” A philosophy I was more than willing to embrace. Camilla and I both ordered a traditional spanish hot chocolate, which is a very thick smooth chocolatey beverage, served hot. Its rich and creamy and I’m sure an entire days worth of calories. In addition to this Lyndsay and I decided to split a cinnamon chocolate fruit parfait. That was a more complex experience in terms of my tastebuds reception of it. It was comprised not of the traditional yogurt, granola, and fruit that I am used to, but rather a cinnamon creme, strawberries, bananas, raspberry sauce, raspberries, and chocolate on top. It was quite interesting, and Lyndsay and I had no trouble whatsoever savoring every last bite.
According to San Churo’s website, “In 1528 Hernan Cortes brought the decadent Aztec tradition of chocolate to Spain. So precious was this gift that only the monks were allowed to manufacture chocolate strictly for the Spanish aristocracy. The head monk, San Churro, witnessed many miracles of chocolate including the healing of the Queen of Spain and made it his life’s work to spread the ‘secret’ of chocolate across Europe.” http://www.sanchurro.com/who.php) While this story is cute, Yaella and I were unable to verify any of this information via wikipedia, and since it’s not on wikipedia I am therefore forced to assume it is a flagrant lie made up for the sole purpose of having a cute story. Like anyone cares about cute back stories when chocolate is involved. Priorities people.
Friday morning I awoke to a voicemail and an email from the international student internship office telling me that I had gotten the internship for the Office of Development and that I would start on Tuesday! What a wonderful way to start off a weekend. Plus this meant that I didn’t have to attend my friday class because I would be dropping it since the internship is a 10 hour a week time commitment in addition to weekly career seminars. So not only did I wake up to great news, but shortly after I got to go right back to sleep and snooze through the morning hours. Precisely how I like to start my days. Once I woke up, I poked around the apt for a bit, cleaning up, making food, and hanging out with the roommates. I knew I wanted to do something fun to celebrate my news, so I messaged Lyndsay and suggested that we do something fun together since Yaella would be out for her Shabbat observation and her other two roommates were gone for the weekend as well. We toyed around with the idea of going to a club with the boys next door, but I remembered that the theatre group at USyd was putting on a production of “Cabaret,” and suggested that we do that instead. Lyndsay enthusiastically agreed and we set out around 7 for the Seymour Center where the show was being held.
We were able to get discounted tickets because we were both access card holders (finally that stupid $70 card I bought does something for me). I was rather ashamed that I had never seen Cabaret before, or at least the stage production of it. I knew many songs from the show, but as it turned out, the big number that everyone tends to associate with the show, “Maybe This Time” is not actually in the stage production, but was added for the film version. We were both looking forward to that number and were kinda bummed when it didn’t happen. Also, Australian actors trying to do German accents are often GLORIOUSLY difficult to understand.
Lyndsay and I both enjoyed the show, and were very impressed with the lead male’s ability to put on a consistent American accent. During intermission we were browsing through some fliers for upcoming events and noticed that the following weekend a production of “Spring Awakening” was being put on. I geeked out over this (obviously) and began serenading Lyndsay with every word from the show. Much to my surprise she knew a lot about the show, had the soundtrack, but had never actually seen it. With this information in hand I had no other option but to demand that we procure tickets at our earliest possible connivence and go see it. I have no problem spreading the good word of musical theatre, even to those who don’t want to receive it, although a receptive convert is always easier to handle.
After the show ended we headed back to the apt, but since it was only 10:30 or so there was still time left in the evening to go out. We rallied the troops and Me, Lyndsay, Courtney, Seth, and Kaela headed back out to find someplace for a drink. After scouting out a few locations we ended up at the Landsdown hotel bar, which I had walked by several times but never dared to venture inside. I believe on the first weekend I was here I had remarked to Yaella that we couldn’t go there because I didn’t feel like selling my body on that particular evening. It does look quite sleazy from the exterior, but once we were inside we found it to be quite agreeable. There was a live band and people sitting at tables chatting and hanging out. It was definitely more of a traditional bar atmosphere and not a club.
After a few hours of people watching and casual drinking we headed back to the apt and turned in for the night.